Some of you
probably have a local walk, or part of a walk which you use to estimate your
relative level of fitness after a long lay-off or period of illness. I have
several. After having been hors de wombat for about three months, my
expectations have been low, and confined to walking up the village to the
shops. On Thursday I made it up to the Co-op and back without having to stop
for a breather. This was a triumph. Joy was unconfined and the peasantry
celebrated in style. Canons were fired, commemorative coins were struck, and
prisoners were pardoned ( but not by the canons – they had been fired, remember
?)
This, as I told
the reporter from the Karachi Press and Journal at the press conference, is
only the beginning. I have my mind set on the mighty Dumyat (by the direttissima
– Warlock gully) in early summer, before the bracken gets too high.
Thereafter,
the world is my oxter. In the meantime, I am working for a couple of days next
week. This will not involve much walking. I shall travel to the Weege by train
, and, on arrival, someone will call me a hansom cab. I will then spend a couple of days trying to create
an impression that is more gravitas than Dignitas. Ah well. And so it goes (KV)
One of my
favorite Spider John Koerner songs sung by 12-stepper Bonny Raitt complete with
Koerner’s trademark footstomp.
